The Winds of Fate
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow
“Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tells us the way to go
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along through life’
“Tis the set of a soul
That decides it goal
And not the calm or the strife.
I ran across that poem just now as I was reading through the history of Oak Hill......the Florida town we re-located to in Jan. 1970 after my Mom re-married.
The only reason I was doing this reading is I was going through some stuff from Mom's house and in it was a box of various civic duty and political pins from all those past years of their lives. One of them was a US Postal Service pin and I am giving it to my postal carrier, Tom. So I looked up my step-father's bio and printed it out to go along with the pin so Tom would see my step father's 12 year stint as Postmaster of Oak Hill back in the 70's.
Then I got pulled in to the rest of the town's fascinating history that goes back to the 1800's.
When we moved down in 1970 I think the population was only around 1,500, IIRC.
My brother and I were both in the middle of 10th grade even though he has 11 months on me. I remember being called "rednecks" the first day of school, just because we were living in Oak Hill. Growing up in Norfolk, we had never heard the term before. I keep wondering if I got too much sun on the back of my neck!
Anyway.....thought it was a nice poem with a lot of meaning.
Here's the pin:
